Tell No Man Anything, For No Man

We Read Robert Browning's Poetry. Here We Needed No Guidance From The Professor: The Poems Themselves Were Enough.

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

I Fell In Love, Not Deep, But I Fell Several Times And Then Fell Out.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.